• You kept us there for years...
    Seven for him...
    Nine for me...

    You tore a family apart...
    And didn't seem to care a bit.

    You broke my mother's heart,
    Not because you left her...
    Because you took her children.

    You destroyed all relationships.
    Mom could never be as close to us as she wanted.
    Weighed down by the same burden,
    My brother and I could hardly speak to each other.
    And you?
    We could hardly look at you.

    Why did you do it?
    It wasn't because you loved us.
    No one can sell that lie good enough.
    Was it your pride?
    Couldn't let anyone know you'd be paying her child support.
    That would make you seem like a bad father.
    Was it for the money?
    Rather have her pay you?

    Either way...

    I want you to know something...

    You were a bad father.
    You are a bad father.
    A BAD FATHER.

    You neglected us.
    You put everything before us -
    Your comic books,
    Your beer,
    Your porn,
    Your computer games.
    Every selfish thing -
    Before us.

    You know how I feel.
    I was always quite vocal -
    About how horrible you were.
    About the fact that I would've rather been with Mom.
    About how I wished you were dead.

    That wasn't a joke.
    That wasn't teenage angst.
    I would trade my boyfriend right now.
    Have his father back,
    And you in the ground.
    Because Jim deserves life more than you.

    But I also want you to know,
    He hates you, too.
    He feels the same way,
    But he knows when to shut up.
    He can deal silently.
    I can't.

    I never lied,
    When I said I wanted to watch you burn.
    It's the most un-Christian part of me,
    And I'm ashamed of it.
    But it's the truth.
    I want to watch you burn in Hell -
    For your selfishness.
    For your pride.
    For your perversion.
    For your sickness.
    Most of all...
    For shoving the name of my God into the dirt.
    I want to watch you burn.

    I fear I'll meet you there, though.
    Because I've heard it -
    You can't go to Heaven filled with hate.
    I hope I don't die soon -
    Because I don't know how long it'll take for me to let go.

    My minister tried to tell me that I'm not full of hate -
    I'm full of love.
    That he sees that.
    I am full of love -
    For everyone but you.
    I don't love you, Dad.
    I hate you.
    From the depths of my being, Mark...
    I hate you.